sold out a poem by me.

break of day steel leaden skyloneliness penetrating throughthe layers of hurthunting for warmth denied metears spent in wasted confusionseeking warmth from outdated imagesthe day stretching before meuncoiling like a rain soakedday

All speech silenced left in the slipstream of time to slowlydecay leaving no trace of identitypacing the floor echos of you pacing you had been here before nights we would spend laughing or cryingacting the fool feeding our silliness withmore